We put the old in cold...

Well well well...it was cold on Friday. COLD people. So cold, in fact, that we had a pipe burst in the garage. "It is his love, it his his passion..." It is his fault he didn't lock the garage....

So yeah, here's me...coming home with the kids. The Kev-head is out at a bachelor party. Whoo-hoo, partay! We went out for pizza. MMMMMMmm...pizza. I opened the garage door and in a flash - huh - why is there water on my garage floor? That is a LOT of water on my garage floor. There's usually only that much water on my garage floor AFTER my car is in it. I wonder...OH MY GOD LOOK AT ALL OF THAT WATER STREAMING FROM THAT PIPE! A waterfall is what it was and who knows how long it had been going on. I called the Kev-head who luckily picked up and told me how to kill the water to the house. Needless to say, he had to leave the partay - and before the "entertainment" arrived. When he got home he said he had a bunch of "singles he didn't get to use" - okay Mr. Funnyman - grab a squeegee and shut your pie-hole - you're not using them on me.

Yes the water got into the house, too - the closet under the stairs? Trashed. Seriously - like I could splash in puddles in there. That carpet? We just ripped it out babies. No use in trying to save it. I mean seriously - dark, damp closet with a house full of asthmatics? That's what I need - a mold problem all over my Christmas decorations.

The rest of the weekend wasn't bad after that. Where else could it go from there??